Sunday, 29 April 2012

When you’ve acquired a taste for dust,The scent of our first rain,You’re hooked for life on AfricaAnd you’ll not be right againTill you can watch the setting moonAnd hear the jackals barkAnd know that they’re around you,Waiting in the dark.

When you long to see the Elephants,Or to hear the coucal’s song,When the moonrise sets your blood on fire,You’ve been away too long.It’s time to cut the traces looseAnd let you’re heart go freeBeyond that far horizon,Where your spirit yearns to be.